What Will Joey Say Next...
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| Sat, 10-21-2006 - 9:30pm |
...AKA the story that doesn't really belong here, but I won't make Karen wait for a new folder...
I should preface this with the fact that Joey is quite fond of my former boss Brian. They do not get to see each other often, but here and there, typically when I take him into the office... actually, that's the only place I ever remember the two of them getting together... Joey and Brian like rival football teams--Joey being a Georgia fan and Brian being a Georgia Tech fan--and they kid and tease each other a great deal about it. For example, one of Joey's nicknames for Brian is "stinking bee" after the GT yellow jackets...
A few years ago, Brian drew first blood with me by taking a beautiful picture of Joey in a UGA jersey and photoshopped it into a GT jersey... revenge came on my part several weeks later when I decorated his car the weekend of the UGA/GT game with so many UGA (removable) decals that he did not recognize his car as his own... but when he realized it was his you could ~see~ the four letter words flying out of his mouth... I laughed until I cried and then laughed some more...
Several months ago, Target had insect shaped fly swatters for sale--Joey bought me a bumble bee/yellow jacket shaped one to protect me from those "stinking bees at work."
Tonight we went to a hockey game up by work. In order to go, I had to leave work a touch early (which I'm "allowed" to do now with my new position), drive against traffic to pick Joey up from school, then drive with rush hour traffic back up to the arena which is 1 mile from my office. We made better time than expected, so we dropped in on work to visit for a few minutes... well, more than a few minutes, but you get the drift.
So, Brian is working with his counterpart in her office and they have a question for me, so Joey and I go in there... its after 6, so its very relaxed... Brian's looking at a computer screen and I'm behind him, reading over his shoulders... the topic of the fly swatter came up... as in you can just get rid of those yellow jackets by using the fly swatter... his counterpart (UGA fan) mentions that she has killed a hundred of them on their boat just this year... that's when Joey's mind starts working, so he blurts out...
Brian, Does it hurt when my mommy spanks you on the bottom with the fly swatter?
Fortunately, I'm behind Brian and he never turns around. I can only imagine the look on his face, but I was too busy, trying to figure out where that came from and too, trying to make sure I wasn't blushing... This combined with the question from last Friday... I was telling Joey about how I didn't like to get hurt and don't like pain... Mommy, does Brian like pain? Between you and me, I know too much about him... he and I are comfortable around each other and sometimes he'll toss something out there that I wish he hadn't... based on some blurbs here and there, I would imagine that he would like some pain, but I'm not about to go there... Instead I answered his question with, you know Joey, when Brian has a toothache (lots of dental work this year), he's really crabby, so I don't think he likes pain...
But it makes me wonder just what Joey thinks of Brian... he's known him forever, but only sees him occaisionally. I know that Joey thinks that he smells good, as he blurted out before the infamous fly swatter question...
Out of the mouths of babes...
Julie

Julie,
Now that's a classic! You should submit it Reader's Digest for an easy $250. :) And, kudos to your boss for not reacting or turning around. I'm sure he enjoyed a great belly laugh when you left.
That reminds me of another RD story from a woman whose husband traveled away from home several weeks of the year. During his absences, the couple's son felt his mother needed a substitute for his father in her bed. So, he lends his mother a teddy bear named "Victor" to sleep with. Not long afterward the family went to the airport to pick up the man from another business trip. Upon disembarking from the plane, the man's enthusiastic 3-year-old son loudly announced to a packed waiting area, "You're home! Now Mommy won't have to sleep with Victor tonight, Daddy!"
Take care of your precious boy. You're doing a great job raising him.
Wisdomtooth
LOL!
Karen ~ wildlucky4me ~